This is for my n#gg#s that did bids
All of my n#gg#s that’s doing time, for some sh#t that they ain’t did
This is for my n#gg#s that wild out
All of my n#gg#s that ride out, all my n#gg#s that hide out
This is for my n#gg#s that buy weight
n#gg#s that leave on Monday, come back on a Friday
This is for my n#gg#s that get high
All of my n#gg#s that get by, all my n#gg#s that get fly
This is for my n#gg#s that cop dutches
All of my n#gg#s throwing it up on them bikes and pop clutches
This is for my n#gg#s that don’t snitch
All of my n#gg#s that don’t b#tch, all my n#gg#s that tore fifths
This is for my n#gg#s that don’t cry
All of my n#gg#s that don’t smile, all my n#gg#s that don’t lie
This is for my n#gg#s that take care
All of their kids order some bids, and take em to daycare
This is for my n#gg#s that don’t settle
All of my n#gg#s that push pedals, all my n#gg#s with gold medals
This is for my n#gg#s that play ball
n#gg#s that wanna get in the game so they n#gg#s can cake off
This is for my n#gg#s that gave up
All of my n#gg#s that’s laid up and ya mind is made up
This is for the borough of Sean Bell (rest in peace)
All of my n#gg#s with strong will, all my n#gg#s that gone kill
This is for my n#gg#s than stand up
All of my n#gg#s that’s gon’ fight all my n#gg#s that man up (C’mon)
This is for my n#gg#s with big dreams
All of my n#gg#s in sick jeans, that be spitting they sixteens
This is for the Tims and, this is for the Brims and
This is for the Trims and, this is for the rims and
This is for the kings and, this is for the bosses
This is for the blings and, n#gg#s in the Porches
This one’s for Malcolm, this one’s for Martin
Wish I coulda thanks them, look what they started
This is ’cause I’m tired of losing (Tired of losing)
Even though my music is crack, guess I’m tired of using
It’s like I’m tired of rapping it and I ain’t even rapped yet
I’m tired and I’m asking am I ready for the rapture see
I’m just a little girl, caught in a mixed up world
Shout-out my girls that be calling me “sister girl”
A moment of silence
For all of this violence
For all of my mens that’s locked in the pens
And trapped in the silence
I see you, I see you, I see you, I see you, I see you
I see you, I see you, I see you, I see you, I see you
Hold on (I see you) hold on hold on
Hold on hold on hold on hold on hold on
Keep trying
Keep trying
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